>>21313238(Fury and Camilla)
>[Sheila Foster is busy laughing along to her own commentary when Scarlet's music hits, and the redhead with all the power of a fleet of battleships makes her entrance.]And speaking of battle, Sheila remembers the war they had not too long ago, and the frustrating ending. She isn't proud of it, but where at the time she had said she didn't hear the bell... she lied. She was just fucken pissed that this nobody would dare throw Sheila around the ring the way Scarlet had. Sheila can feel herself getting heated before Nefertiti's music begins. Always good to see one of the good ones back in act--
Something fast, and solid, obliterates the glass in her hand. A freshly poured beer, nonetheless. Sheila looks around and sees Fury, and it is clear where the bottle came from. Fury is furious -- Sheila laughs to herself again.
"Are youse fucken kidding me? Youse cooda fucken hert someone, and ya wasted me fucken drink. And youse is littah'ing! Youse gotta rah-onions-cool ya plastic, ya fuckwit. An' oi, nah, fuck, tell me what fucken loys I said ya fucken drongo. Youse fucken vamp' moight not wanna suck necks, but she fucken sucks in dah ring -- and oi, Camillo, Oi ain't even bein' mean ta ya. Youse is, loik, still pretty fucken new, in'tcha? A few hahd-caw matches undah la clunge dun make youse not a rookie, yeah? But it ain't youses forlt. If anyfink, it's dis fucken steroid ranga's forlt faw not bein' a good enuff teach-ah. Jeesis fucken Chroist, no wondah ya fucken partnah fucked off from ya."
>[Wiping her hands on her jeans, Sheila continues a string of expletives at the situation.]"Fuck me dead, now Oi gotta get me anuvva fucken beer. Youse is lucky we's at werk and Oi'm a fucken profesh or Oi'd slap ya fucken tits meself."
>[Sheila grabs another glass and pours out a bottle into it before taking a deep mouthful, never breaking eye contact with Fury.]